10.19.2005

Girl

You were all I wanted that I never knew I wanted.Sweet honey, cool water, satisfying, satiating.Unfairly, you carried the years I’d lived without you,An ideal, imagined perfection, companion as I dreamed it only,The monument of what I can’t, for conscience sake, call successDefined by the expansive chasm of what I can’t call failureBecause I was not competing, was not trying with poor results,Was not complying sympathetically, although I sympathized,But I am not complaining: waiting was the wound that made healthProfound.